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- Emily Ezust

Don Gayseros II

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

At night the sweet lute sounded
As it had sounded on so many nights.
At night the handsome knight sang
Where he had sung on so many nights.
And the window rattled again.
Donna Clara looked down.
But her look was fearful
As she looked around through the dewy darkness.
And instead of sweet love songs,
Instead of the message of flattering words
She raised a strong entreaty,
"Tell me, who are you, dark lad?
Tell me, by your and my love,
Tell me, by your own soul's repose,
Are you a Christian? Are you a Spaniard?
Do you belong to the fellowship of the Church?"
"Mistress, since you beg so seriously,
Mistress, yes, you shall be told.
Oh, mistress, I am no Spaniard and
I am not in the fellowship of your Church.
Mistress, I am a Moorish King,
Glowing in the flames of your love,
Great in power and rich in treasures
But also in steadfast courage.
Granada's gardens bloom red and
The Castles of the Alhambra are golden.
Moors await their Queen -
Fly with me through the dewy darkness.
"Away, you false robber of souls,
Away, you enemy!", she wanted to cry
But before she had said 'enemy'
The word froze in her mouth.
Powerlessness held her in dark nets,
Embracing her beautiful body.
He directly took her on his horse and
Set off in rapid and determined flight.